Park Row Page #5

to put out a paper.

That press came between me

and my wife many a time.

She finally got to get fond of it, too.

Jeff...

Yeah, what is it, Mitch?

Your brother's a butcher

over on William St. isn't he?

No...my brother-in-law...why?

How much butcher-paper

can you get from him?

Butcher paper?

Yeah...we're short of newsprint...

and borrow his wagon.

He's a mercenary.

Tell him 'The Globe' 'll take care of the bills.

You don't know my brother-in-law.

Here's all the cash I've got on me.

Alright...everybody chip in...come on!

Drive the wagon up in the alley..

that'll be our 'Circulation Department'.

Give him a hand, Tom.

Alright...let's all pile in

and sort this type.

Everybody grab a handful...

Here are the papers, Mr Mitchell.

Got my change?

Can I help?

Yep...You might as well start learning

how to sort pied type now.

"Pied"?

It means when your type

is a mixed-up mess.

It'll be no time before

you handle the hell-box.

What's that?

This is the hell-box...

everything is thrown in it.

It'll be your job cleaning it up.

And that's why you're called

a printer's devil...

Because you'll be living

out of the hell-box.

Were you ever a printer's devil

Mr Davenport?

Yes, Rusty...I was an apprentice.

As a matter of fact I was 2 years younger

than when Horace Greeley started.

He walked 11 miles to get that job.

I walked 18.

I was with him when he built this building.

Right where you're standing.

Right where your shoes are...

Used to be the home

of another great editor.

Benjamin Franklin.

That's why Ben's out there

on Printing-house Square.

To see that nothing ever goes wrong

on Park Row.

- Say, Tom...

- Yes, Sir?

You know what that is?

A stove?

It's no stove, Tom...

That's your office.

Now give me a drawing of Steve Brody

jumping off the bridge...

...being arrested and dragged off

to 'The Tombs' by the police.

Take it over to Duffy's Engraving...

Get a woodcut...4 columns...wait for it, pay for it...

I'll take care of you later.

Mr Davenport...

Write me the Brody story.

"No name ranks higher

than that of Steve Brody..."

Make him a hero...bring tears,

because he was jailed.

You shall have molasses

in every paragraph.

Mr Mergenthaler...

About that machine...we'll pick it up

in the morning...Have it ready, eh?

Rusty...give Mr Leach a hand.

Jeff...

Steal everything you can...

but make it fresh!

Rusty...bring me that oilcan!

They got a new zinc process

to publish black and white drawings.

Let's have it.

Not for us...

over at 'Life Humor' magazine.

Zinc eh?

So that's how they get such nice lines

in Charles Dana Gibson illustrations.

Gibson's getting as much as $4 to $5 a drawing.

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